Liebe mich wenn du dich traust. GAME OR NOT?

Tuesday, May 22, 2007 ♥

8:43 PM

had like 2 paper 2s today. I didn't do the 2 comprehensions for the first paper and the 2nd comprehension for the 2nd paper cos I couldn't understand what the hell they were talking about. so stupid.. (the paper, not me)

during the 2pm-4pm chinese supplementary class, Tay and I went to the canteen to get us a snack. JUST THEN, Ms GOPAL!, she ah, confiscated my strawberry pocky and Tay's biscuits. then she told Tay and I to get it back from her after school finishes. but tay forgot, and i couldn't bother. its just $1! i'll buy myself another one. you just right go on ahead and enjoy MY pack of pocky Ms GOPAL!! so we went back to class, miserable and without pocky or biscuits. -cry cry

later on, after school, I saw Ken and Jas running down the corridor and Ken came up to me and told me that the SYF drama judges were very pleased with my performance and recommend that I make theatre my profession. at that moment I was like, "einen Scheißdreck werd' ich tun!!" which by the way means "no fucking way" in german. I didn't say it out loud of course. I don't think I'm that good with pronouncing it. ANYWAYS, I was like drunked with ecstasy when I heard that. I could have sworn if there weren't any teachers around, I would jump at ken and hug him.

later on, while we were at MOS, Ken and I, we talked about our future. (not marriage and everything LAR!) we were talking about our tertiary education, NAFA and all. there's this University called Universität der Künste Berlin which is in Berlin, as the name sugguests (DUH!) I was thinking about it last night about whether I should go there. everything taught there is in German. I mean, the courses. I think the scripts are in German too which means that my German has to good. AIYOYO!

I was telling him about how I think my mum sees my friends and I. here's my analogy:

the once innocent and 'raw' me. all white and 'pure'

my friends are like the spatula that flips the prata and cook me,exposing me to things I as a previously raw prata never knew.

for some reason, my mother likes raw pratas.

i wonder if she likes me with or without egg.

about ♥

BELINDA
ni hao! I am currently gay 15. I was conceived by the biological phenomenom called sex, where sperm and egg fuse to become zygote, then embryo, then foetus. And that's how I came into this God-forsaken world on the 29th November 1991. Please understand the implications of acknowledging my birthdate because boxes with ribbons ARE expected.
I would love you but I don't know you so I don't. If I had any life at all, it'd be called drama because that's all I want it to be. Also, if I had to choose 4 colours, they'd be purple, orange, red and green.I love shopping, as would any normal girl. If you feel like you don't fit into that category, don't feel bad because sometimes being abnormal can be quite a compliment. Give me flowers and I promise I will jump with joy. If you are praying for a kiss, pray harder. You've got a long way to go. I love Max Brenner's chocolate. period. But for my daily dose of sugar, I wouldn't mind Jellybeans. Can't say they're not one of my favourites. I adore DIM SUM. If they were man, I'd date them. They're hot, literally. Rum and Raisin flavoured ice cream can't get any better than it already is. (well, it depends. some restaurants seriously need to work really hard) I LOVE SPONGEBOB. DON'T tell me it's an immature obsession. You've just stated the obvious. I'll get over it. Soon enough at least.

I don't know why you're still reading my crap. You must really like me.

if you could smell me from where you are, you'd probably smell CK be. (that's if it's not still sitting on the shelves in the store, all lonely... and sad.) -hint hint. LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. LaSalle. need i say more? I want to learn how to ballroom dance, bartend, fence and be multi-lingual. German and French are toppers on my list of want-to-learns.

♥♥♥ go on, try to seduce me

THEN AGAIN♥

Oh, and let me remind you that this is MY blog. and since it's mine, I write whatever I want. If you're not happy for some reason (or for no reason at all), go away. Don't start a verbal war on my tagboard telling me how much you hate my guts, as if I would actually give a shit about you and your fucking comments. Potty mouthed or not potty mouthed, spare me your toilet paper or so help me I'll stuff it up you ass. You're welcome

Tuesday, May 22, 2007 ♥

8:43 PM

my friends are like the spatula that flips the prata and cook me,exposing me to things I as a previously raw prata never knew.

for some reason, my mother likes raw pratas.

i wonder if she likes me with or without egg.